Chapter 340: The Ninth Mission - The End of the Cthulhu 38
The demon clan's strength has improved very quickly, and they have achieved more and more results.
However, the Monster Race is not the race with the largest number of sealed evil gods. The Sea Race is the race that has obtained the most sealed objects.
It's just that the Hai Clan doesn't need any heavenly materials or earthly treasures. What the Hai Clan needs most is spiritual stones.
Therefore, the sealed artifacts obtained by the Sea Tribe have basically flowed into the market, and are basically out of stock. If you want the sealed artifacts, you have to queue up to order them.
It can be said that the Hai Clan has got rid of poverty and become rich. With the Lingshi, the population of the Hai Clan has also increased by leaps and bounds, the level has improved faster, and the Sealed Evil God has become more and more active!
Everything seems to have entered a virtuous cycle. More and more land in the Western Continent has been absorbed. The magic circles in villages, towns and cities have been repaired and then illuminated. These places have gradually become the bases of the monks and slowly formed bazaars.
, the Western Continent under the gloomy clouds is also lively!
And after entering the Western Continent, people also discovered many survivors hidden in the Western Continent!
It turns out that even though the Western Continent is being ravaged by evil gods, evil demons, and evil cultivators, there are actually still living creatures!
They hid in hiding and struggled to survive, and finally found hope in despair!!!
It was also the first time that Mo Yiyi saw the remnants of the Western Continent. They were a group of skinny, dirty-looking people less than two feet tall, with big eyes and somewhat pointed ears.
When Mo Yiyi saw this group of less than a hundred people, they were crying.
Their eyes are big and skinny, and their eyelids cannot hold tears at all, so their tears keep flowing down like a stream, and only when they reach their chins do they drip down drop by drop.
They cried very sadly but also very happily, as if they were crying for the misfortune of the past, and they seemed to be shedding tears to welcome a better future.
Seeing them crying without making a sound, Mo Yiyi quietly asked Wu Yao.
"Master, why don't they make a sound?" They can't be a mute race, right?
Wu Yao looked at the group of little ones in front of him with a slightly complicated expression, and it took him a long time to speak.
"This is an elf, an elf from the Western Continent." Wu Yao paused and added after a long while.
"Elves are good at weaving. You will like them."
Mo Yiyi nodded as if she understood. After staring at the elves for a while, she still couldn't hold it back. She took two steps forward and clapped her hands and said.
"Okay, don't cry. Go take a shower first, then have a good meal and sleep. We'll talk about the rest later."
Look at those little elves crying, their faces are wet with mud!
Mo Yiyi still has great prestige on the battlefield. After all, the battle line is now unified, and all the expenses for the healing circle are borne by Mo Yiyi alone.
With so many healing arrays, the daily cost is an astronomical figure, so Mo Yiyi is willing to be taken advantage of.
It's too easy to take advantage of others, not to mention that it's a life-saving magic circle.
Therefore, everyone was selling Mo Yiyi's face. When she spoke, the group of monks who were watching the excitement also spoke, echoing Mo Yiyi's words in twos and threes, indicating that these elves can go to rest.
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The elves were new here, and they obeyed the instructions very well. They were all arranged in a short time.
Mo Yiyi distributed some supplies to these elves out of humanitarian concern.
These supplies include all the items needed for food and clothing, as well as one high-grade spiritual stone per person.
There may be some things in the supplies that I haven't prepared properly, but it doesn't matter, there are spiritual stones!
A high-grade spiritual stone is enough to make these little elves dexterous!
The elf was a little confused when he held the 'huge' spirit stone. He didn't understand how he became rich overnight.
When asked by Wu Yao, Mo Yiyi's explanation was very simple.
"I think those elves are very sad, and it's not easy to think about them."
"Well, what then?"
Then Mo Yiyi said happily.
"How to relieve worries? The only way is to get rich suddenly! We have to look forward to the future. It is not good to be so sad all the time. A sudden fortune from the sky can help them get out of the sad mood quickly."
Mo Yiyi's explanation, how should I put it, is quite speechless, and at the same time, I think what she said makes sense!
Wu Yao held it in for a while, and finally couldn't hold it back anymore and used the spiritual silk to hit the back of Noilai's head, and then turned away and looked away from her screams.
This matter was not a problem for Mo Yiyi, so she forgot about those elves within two days.
Unexpectedly, half a month later, Noila Mo received a return gift from the elf!
It was a very exquisite felt wall painting, depicting a scenery she had never seen before, with a sticky warm texture.
This is a very saturated pattern, completely different from those paintings in the Eastern Continent, but it is gorgeous and full that Mo Yiyi likes.
Mo Yiyi couldn't put it down for this three-foot-long and two-foot-wide felt wall painting. After admiring it for a long time, she hung it directly on the stone wall of the steward's hall!
The Jianzong Steward's Hall on the battlefield is still the same stone building. After this painting was hung, the entire Steward's Hall became brighter, which made Mo Yiyi even more happy.
"Master, master, look! Those elves are so powerful!"
Wu Yao also stood in front of the huge wall painting, looking at the scenery above. It took him a long time before he said to Mo Yiyi.
"This is the Western Continent."
Mo Yiyi didn't understand, so Wu Yao looked at the painting and spoke to Mo Yiyi again.
"This is the Western Continent."
Wu Yao turned to look at Mo Yiyi, and Mo Yiyi saw the sparkle and smile in Wu Yao's eyes.
Mo Yiyi was a little stunned. This was the first time she saw Wu Yao's expression.
Wu Yao became more interested and talked to Mo Yiyi.
"The Western Continent is a place ruled by kings. There are many countries here. They combine cultivation with daily life. They also have a splendid civilization, which is completely different from our Eastern Continent."
Wu Yao paused and then said.
"There are also mythical beasts in the Western Continent, which are different from the mythical beast races in our Eastern Continent. When the mythical beasts still existed, they often fought because some of the mythical beasts shared the same name, such as dragon and phoenix."
"There are also very powerful people in the Western Continent. The Eastern Continent and the Western Continent often communicated with each other in the past, and there were also many mixed bloods..." But those mixed bloods all died out.
Some died on the battlefield, trying to drive away the evil gods from the Western Continent.
Some were lost in time. Their descendants merged with the races of the Eastern Continent from generation to generation, and their bloodline gradually disappeared.
"...They are very beautiful, and the mixed race is also very beautiful."
After Wu Yao said this, he stopped talking. He even just glanced at the wall painting again and stopped looking at it.
Wu Yao's life span was very long, and during the thousands of years he also had an indelible brilliance.
Even though Wu Yao is already a monk in the Mahayana stage and has an extremely tough mind, the pain that time has brought to him still cannot be erased! This chapter has been completed!